Show Me The Treasure

We were warned that the alpacas were not exactly reliable as to their manners but this one, with his fashion shot perfect focus on the middle distance looks too pretty to spit. There is a snow-slope groomedness to the just shorn fleece that is reminiscent of a chenille bedspread. This fellow was at the Alpaca Farm in Broke,

Ever since Frank Winkler heard the rumour that Mr Farmhand had been paid for modelling work by an English gardening magazine, (see A Turnip for the Books) Frank has loitering in various picturesque places and gesticulating madly to get folks to take his picture. The trouble is that, for photographic purposes, Frank is an over-gesticulator, and because of

Sunday morning, it seems nearly too prosaic to put in the edge of brown red roof tiles, when the horizon so completely trumps it as the ascendant horizontal line. But the roof's regularity and pattern seem remind one that the the upside of repetition is pattern. Off in the distance the headland, a part of Bouddi seems unassailable,

Well, back at Tanpopo for dinner. This place now feels pretty well like home, except that wonderfully we get excellent Japanese food, that I neither to shop or cook, and nobody asks us into the kitchen to clean up. Last night it was the vegetable gyoza, then grilled King Fish jaw, surely the best cut of fish, with

After a warm-up exercise of candying cumquats on Saturday morning I set out to glace slices of blood orange, starting out with the syrup leftover from the cumquats and gradually adding more sugar to supersaturate the oranges. After quite some time, perhaps an hour, time on Saturday morning is not the bustling weekday time that gets measured in

It might be hard to find a roof line trickier, in its intersections, angles and general about-faces than the Crows Nest Community Centre. It suggests a maths theorem that is yet to be proved. The drawing here, scribbled in while having a coffee at Bean Drinking - on the south side of Crows Nest square, goes, well pear-shaped

There are days when Mavis Eggwhistle, literally, lives under a dark cloud. Some might be tempted to call it despair but it seems this particularly black cloud came out of her oven when she accidentally left it on for a day or two when she was trying to cook ornamental candied yams in anticipation of Turkey Day. There

Years ago there was a radio show called Adventures in Good Music, which I enjoyed. Now there is Adventure Time, which, while I am not in any way a zealot, I must be a fan. So, someone in my house says he is planning on a going to a Year 11 Informal Character Party as Finn and can

In what amounts to a brilliant fiat, as Bart Brassica himself has been telling Mavis E, he has managed to lure his shadow back by placing this extra large strawberry on his head. It is unclear why shadows find strawberries so alluring or how the idea came to Bart in the first place, but as you can see

Like the message, 'Drink Me' that Alice finds, the Opera House seems to be loaded, by dint of those vast arcs, shining heroic whites, the complex intersect of curves and sky, to be saying Draw Me. For me this is nearly an act of arrogance, a devil-may-care lack of respect, tackling a subject which is beyond what

More than experimental, this is touch and go, or at least the hat is. Better make that gone. More than experimental, this is touch and go, or at least the hat is. Better make that gone. More than experimental, this is touch and go, or at least the hat is. Better make that gone. More than experimental, this

Why do things aggregate? I found this half-formed tumbrel of things that float by the edge of Manly Lagoon, walking back to Keirle Park. The longer sticks seem to form, well sticking points, while the smaller leaf litter makes knotty cross-overs . Is this the way star dust might accumulate. I expected this clump to have more rubbish